Melbourne Airport, 12 April 08, photo edited for added contrast; Waiting for my flight home from Melbourne, I found a quiet spot to read and listen my iPod. When I was adjusting my earphone, I looked up and saw the reflection of a man with an American accent pacing up and down talking on the phone. So, I quietly took out my camera and snapped a photograph. Outside my glorious window parked a MAS aeroplane. How apt it is.

All We Are. I overheard this song on an episode of NCIS few weeks ago. And I couldn’t help wondering. Essentially, we are this one being that share the common trait of wanting to be loved. The girl who is broken. The man who cheated. The child who was silenced. Even the hermit that lives in total solitude needs to be loved. We envy the ones who loved too much and loathe those who get to love. We spent one lifetime searching for that one love that we can hold onto for eternity. That someone to breathe with us, eat with us, laugh with us, cry with us but most importantly, loves us. Of course the greater a love is, the more painful it gets when all things come tumbling down. But that is just the part and parcel of life, isn’t it? It is the risk we have to take. Essentially, all we are, we are. Who are they to say that you aren’t?